“Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.”—Ecclesiastes 3:11 (New Living Translation) (via classyliving)
“Times” by Tenth Avenue North AKA my absolute most favorite song in the whole entire world.
”I know I need You, I need to love You, Lord And I’d love to see You, but it’s been so long I long to feel You, I feel this need for You And I need to hear You, is that so wrong? Now You pull me near You, when we’re close, I fear You Still I’m afraid to tell You all that I’ve done Are You done forgiving? Or can You look past my pretending? I’m so tired of defending what I’ve become What have I become? I hear You say, “My love is over, it’s underneath It’s inside, it’s in-between The times you doubt Me, and when you can’t feel The times that you question ‘Is this for real?’ The times you’re broken, the times that you mend The times you hate Me and the times that you bend Well My love is over, it’s underneath It’s inside, it’s in-between These times you’re healing, and when your heart breaks The times that you feel like you’ve fallen from grace The times you’re hurting, the times that you heal The times you go hungry and are tempted to steal In times of confusion, and chaos, and pain I’m there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame I’m there in your heartache, I’m there in the storm My love, I will keep you by My power alone I don’t care where you fall, or where you have been I’ll never forsake you, My love never ends It never ends.”
I seriously just want to bold and underline and italicize and emphasize every single word of this song.
ever tried to sing together with someone who’s off-picth, off-tune, off-key, off-everything? not easy right..? makes you feel really off too. >.<
when God sings with us, yeah, He does (He rejoices over us in singing -Zephaniah 3:17),
His beautiful voice has a beautiful, transformative effect, masking all imperfect, sloppy tune we try to carry (like some kind of chemical reaction); When mingled together, we become One Voice; His Voice; Sweet Sound that erupts to the Heavens.
& that’s worship.
and that’s why my voice matters not, because it’s all about You.
standing in a row, the little children were singing “we are the world”. passing the microphone down the row, each child had his or her turn. below the stage were parents watching anxiously and a teacher desperately mouthing the lyrics.
child-like voices, undeveloped, occasionally trembling and even off tune at times. here and then, there were those who sang too loudly into the microphone, and those who went blank and forgot their lyrics when their turn came.
yet their voices were so awfully cute. they weren’t smiling like some adult performer would, yet, their blur, expressionless faces relay depths of realness that i forgot exist in this world. imperfect as they may sound, it was music of a different sort. not one that impresses your musical mind, but one that simply touches the heart in a way i can’t explain.
just the voices of little children’s voices. yet wow. how simple, flawed but beautifully precious.
and i realize that i too am like this before You, Daddy. when i come to You just as i am, so flawed, so incomplete, yet my little shaky voice touches the depths of Your heart in an inexplainable fashion. simply because You’re Daddy. and i’m Your little baby.
then i realize what amazing, undeserving Grace it is to be called Your child..